another shade of the picture

while the proceedings we have detailed in the foregoing chapter were progressing at graspum's slave-pen, a different phase of the system was being discussed by several persons who had assembled at the house of deacon rosebrook. rumour had been busy spreading its many-sided tales about marston-his difficulties, his connection with graspum, his sudden downfall. all agreed that marston was a noble-minded fellow, generous to a fault-generous in his worst errors; and, like many other southerners, who meant well, though personally kind to his slaves, never set a good example in his own person. religion was indispensably necessary to preserve submission; and, with a view to that end, he had made the church a means of producing it.

now, if the southerner resorted to the church in the purity of christian motives, he would merit that praise which many are so willing to bestow. or, if christianity were embraced by the southerner with heartfelt purity and faith, it would undoubtedly have a beneficial influence, elevate the character of the slave, promote kindly feelings between him and his master, and ultimately prove profitable to both. but where christianity, used by irreligious persons, whose very acts destroy the vitality of the means, is made the medium of enforcing superstition, and of debasing the mind of the person it degrades into submission, its application becomes nothing less than criminal. it is criminal because it brings true religion into contempt, perverts christianity-makes it a mockery, and gives to the degraded whites of the south a plea for discarding its precepts. religion-were it not used as a mechanical agency-would elevate the degraded white population of the south; they would, through its influence, become valuable citizens.

these remarks have been forced upon us by observation. frequently have we lamented its application, and grieved that its holy mission were made to serve the vilest purposes in a land of liberty, of christian love. religion a means of degrading the masses-a subservient agent! it is so, nevertheless; and men use it whose only desire it is to make it serve a property interest-the interest of making men, women, and children, more valuable in the market. god ordained it for a higher purpose,--man applies it for his benefit in the man-market. hence, where the means for exercising the mind upon the right is forbidden-where ignorance becomes the necessary part of the maintenance of a system, and religion is applied to that end, it becomes farcical; and while it must combine all the imperfections of the performer, necessarily tends to confine the ignorance of those it seeks to degrade, within the narrowest boundary. there are different ways of destroying the rights of different classes; and as many different ways, after they are destroyed, of wiping out the knowledge of their ever having had rights. but, we regret to say, that most resorted to by the south, in the face of civilisation, is the holy scriptures, which are made the medium of blotting out all knowledge of the rights a people once possessed. the wrong-doer thus fears the result of natural laws; if they be allowed to produce results through the cultivation of a slave's mind, such may prove fatal to his immediate interests. and to maintain a system which is based on force, the southern minister of the gospel is doubly culpable in the sight of heaven; for while he stimulates ignorance by degrading the man, he mystifies the word of god, that he may remain for ever and ever degraded.

what a deplorable process of stealing-nay, gently taking away the knowledge which an all-wise providence has given to man as his inheritance; how it reduces his natural immunities to sensual misery! and, too, it forbids all legitimate influences that could possibly give the menial a link to elevation, to the formation of a society of his own. we would fain shrink from such a system of debasing mankind-even more, from the hideous crimes of those who would make scripture the means to such an end. and yet, the church defender of slavery-the christian little one-his neck-cloth as white as the crimes he defends are black-must distinguish his arguments; and that the world may not suspect his devotion, his honesty, his serious intention, he points us to the many blessings of the plantation-service.

heavenly divinity! let us have faith in the little ones sent to teach it; they tell us slavery enforces christianity! the management of ignorance under the direction of ministers of the gospel is certainly becoming well-defined; while statesmen more energetically legalise it. the one devises, the other carries out a law to make man ignorant of everything but labour. but while the statesman moulds the theory, the preacher manufactures scripture texts, that the menial may believe god has ordained him the pliable victim.

under the apparent necessity of the slave world, marston had regularly paid elder pemberton praiseworthy for preaching to his property on sundays; and to the requisite end the good elder felt himself in duty bound to inculcate humility in all things that would promote obedience to a master's will. of course, one sermon was quite sufficient; and this the credulous property had listened to for more than three years. the effect was entirely satisfactory, the result being that the honest property were really impressed with a belief, that to evince christian fortitude under suffering and punishment was the best means of cleansing themselves of the sins they were born to. this formality was misnamed christianity--it was! and through the force of this one sermon the elder became indolent; and indolence led him to its natural yoke-fellow-intemperance. his indulgent mood, such as we have described him enjoying in a previous chapter, became too frequent, leading to serious annoyances. they had been especially serious for marston, whom they placed in an awkward situation before his property, and he resolved to tolerate them no longer. probably this resolution was hastened by the sudden discovery of harry's singular knowledge of scripture; be that as it may, the only difficulty in the way was to know if harry could be so trained, that he would preach the "right stripe" doctrine. this, however, was soon settled, and marston not only suspended his engagement with the elder, but entered into a contract with the neighbouring planters, by the terms of which harry will fill their pulpit, and preach extempore--the elder has brought written sermons into contempt with harry--at a stipulated price per sunday. in this new avocation-this leap from the plantation to the pulpit, harry, as a piece of property, became extremely valuable; while, through the charm of his new black coat, he rose a great man in the estimation of the common property. here was a valuable incentive of submission, a lesson for all bad niggers, a chance for them to improve under the peculiar institution. it proved to niggerdom what a good nigger could be if he only fear god and obey his master in all things.

here was proof that a nigger could be something more than a nigger, in spite of southern philosophy. the elder-good, pious man that he was-found himself out of pocket and out of preaching. thrown upon the resources of his ingenuity, he had, in order to save the dictates of his conscience, while taking advantage of the many opportunities of making money afforded by the peculiar institution, entered upon another branch of business, having for its object the advancement of humanity. he resolved to go forth purchasing the sick and the dying; to reclaim sinking humanity and make it marketable.

but, before describing the vicissitudes through which elder pemberton praiseworthy passes in his new mission of humanity, we must introduce the reader to the precincts of a neat little villa, situated at the outskirts of the city of c--. it is a small cottage surrounded with verandas and trellis-work, over which are creeping numerous woodbines and multafloras, spreading their fragrant blossoms, giving it an air of sequestered beauty. an arbour of grapevines extends from a little portico at the front to a wicker fence that separates the embankment of a well-arranged garden, in which are pots of rare plants, beds and walks decorated with flowers, presenting great care and taste. a few paces in the rear of the cottage are several "negro cabins" nicely white-washed without, and an air of cheerfulness and comfort reigning within. the house- servants are trimly dressed; they look and act as if their thoughts and affections were with "mas'r and missus." their white aprons and clean bright frocks-some bombazine, and some gingham-give them an appearance of exactness, which, whether it be voluntary or force of discipline, bears evidence of attention in the slave, and encouragement on the part of the master. this is the villa of deacon rosebrook; they call him deacon, by courtesy; in the same sense that georgia majors and south carolina generals are honoured with those far-famed titles which so distinguish them when abroad. perhaps we should be doing the deacon no more than justice if we were to admit that he had preached in very respectable spheres; but, feeling that he was wanting in the purity of divine love-that he could not do justice to his conscience while setting forth teachings he did not follow, he laid the profession aside for the more genial associations of plantation life. indeed, he was what many called a very easy backslider; and at times was recognised by the somewhat singular soubriquet of deacon pious-proof. but he was kind to his slaves, and had projected a system singularly at variance with that of his neighbours-a system of mildness, amelioration, freedom.

his plantation, a small one, some few miles from the villa, presented the same neatness and comfort, the same cheerfulness among the negroes, and the same kindly feeling between master and slave, which characterised the villa.

we enter a neatly-furnished parlour, where the deacon and a friend are seated on a sofa; various pictures are suspended from the wall,--everything betokens new england neatness. the old-fashioned dog-irons and fender are polished to exquisite brightness, a brussels carpet spreads the floor, a bright surbase encircles the room; upon the flossy hearth-rug lies crouched the little canine pet, which aunt dolly has washed to snowy whiteness. aunt dolly enters the room with a low curtsy, gently raises the poodle, then lays him down as carefully as if he were an heir to the estate. master is happy, "missus" is happy, and aunt dolly is happy; and the large bookcase, filled with well-selected volumes, adds to the air of contentment everywhere apparent. in a niche stands a large pier-table, upon which are sundry volumes with gilt edges, nets of cross-work, porcelain ornaments, and card-cases inlaid with mosaic. antique tables with massive carved feet, in imitation of lions' paws, chairs of curious patterns, reclines and ottomans of softest material, and covered with satin damask, are arranged round the room in harmony and good taste.

"now, mr. scranton," the deacon says to his friend, who is a tall, prim, sedate-looking man, apparently about forty, "i pity marston; i pity him because he is a noble-hearted fellow. but, after all, this whispering about the city may be only mother rumour distributing her false tales. let us hope it is all rumour and scandal. come, tell me-what do you think of our negroes?"

"nigger character has not changed a bit in my mind, since i came south. inferior race of mortals, sir!-without principles, and fit only for service and submission. a southern man knows their composition, but it takes a northern to study the philosophy-it does," replies mr. scranton, running his left hand over his forehead, and then his right over the crown of his head, as if to cover a bald spot with the scanty remnant of hair that projected from the sides.

the deacon smiles at the quaint reply. he knows mr. scranton's northern tenacity, and begs to differ with him. "you are ultra, a little ultra, in all things, mr. scranton. i fear it is that, carried out in morals as well as politics, that is fast reducing our system to degradation and tyranny. you northern gentlemen have a sort of pedantic solicitude for our rights, but you underrate our feelings upon the slavery question. i'm one among the few southerners who hold what are considered strange views: we are subjected to ridicule for our views; but it is only by those who see nothing but servitude in the negro,--nothing but dollars and cents in the institution of slavery."

mr. scranton is struck with astonishment, interrupts the argument by insisting upon the great superiority of the gentlemen whites, and the bible philosophy which he can bring to sustain his argument.

"stop one moment, my philosophic friend," the deacon interposes, earnestly. "upon that you northerners who come out here to sustain the cause of slavery for the south, all make fools of yourselves. this continual reasoning upon bible philosophy has lost its life, funeral dirges have been played over it, the instruments are worn out. and yet, the subject of the philosophy lives,--he belies it with his physical vigour and moral action. we doubt the sincerity of northerners; we have reasons for so doing; they know little of the negro, and care less. instead of assisting southerners who are inclined to do justice to the wretch-to be his friend-to improve his condition-to protect him against a tyrant's wrong, you bring us into contempt by your proclaiming virtue over the vice we acknowledge belongs to the institution. we know its defects-we fear them; but, in the name of heaven, do not defend them at the cost of virtue, truth, honesty. do not debase us by proclaiming its glories over our heads;-do not take advantage of us by attempting to make wrong right." the deacon's feelings have become earnest; his face glows with animation.

mr. scranton seems discomfited. "that's just like all you southerners: you never appreciate anything we do for you. what is the good of our love, if you always doubt it?"

"such love!" says the deacon, with a sarcastic curl on his lip. "it's cotton-bag love, as full of self as a pressed bale-"

"but, deacon; you're getting up on the question."

"up as high as northern sincerity is low. nothing personal," is the cool rejoinder.

mr. scranton inquires very seriously-wishing it particularly to be understood that he is not a fighting-man-if deacon rosebrook considers all northerners white-washed, ready to deceive through the dim shadows of self. the deacon's frank and manly opinion of northern editors and preachers disturbs scranton's serious philosophy. "cotton-bag love!" there's something in it, and contempt at the bottom, he declares within himself. and he gives a serious look, as much as to say-"go on."

"i do! he who maketh right, what those most interested in know to be wrong, cherishes a bad motive. when a philosopher teaches doctrines that become doubtful in their ultraness, the weakness carries the insincerity,--the effort becomes stagnant. never sell yourself to any class of evils for popularity's sake. if you attempt it you mistake the end, and sell yourself to the obscurity of a political trickster, flatttered by a few, believed by none."

"deacon! a little more moderate. give us credit for the good we do. don't get excited, don't. these are ticklish times, and we northerners are quick to observe-"

"yes, when it will turn a penny on a nigger or a bale of cotton."

"allow me; one minute if you please!" returned scranton, with a nasal twang peculiar to his class, as he began to work himself up into a declamatory attitude. "you southerners don't understand what a force them northern abolitionists are bringing against you; and you know how slow you are to do things, and to let your property all go to waste while you might make a good speculation on it. there's just the difference of things: we study political economy so as to apply it to trade and such like; you let things go to waste, just thinking over it. and, you see, it's our nature to be restless and searching out the best avenues for developing trade. why, deacon, your political philosophy would die out if the new englander didn't edit your papers and keep your nigger principles straight."

"nigger principles straight! ah, indeed! only another evidence of that cotton bag love that has caused the banns of matrimony to be published between tyrants who disgrace us and northern speculators. the book-publisher-poor servile tool-fears to publish mrs. johnson's book, lest it should contain something to offend mrs. colonel sportington, at the south. mr. stevens, the grocer, dare not put his vote into the ballot-box for somebody, because he fears one of his customers at the south will hear of it. parson munson dare not speak what he thinks in a new england village, because mrs. bruce and deacon donaldson have yearly interests in slaves at the south; and old mattock, the boot-maker, thinks it aint right for niggers to be in church with white folks, and declares, if they do go, they should sit away back in one corner, up stairs. he thinks about the combination that brings wealth, old age, and the grave, into one vortex,--feels little misgiving upon humanity, but loves the union, and wants nothing said about niggers. we understand what it all means, mr. scranton; and we can credit it for what it's worth, without making any account for its sincerity and independence. i am one among the few who go for educating the negroes, and in that education to cultivate affections between slave and master, to make encouragement perform the part of discipline, and inspire energy through proper rewards."

"what!-educate a nigger! these are pretty principles for a southerner to maintain! why, sir, if such doctrines were advocated in the body politic they would be incendiary to southern institutions. just educate the niggers, and i wouldn't be an editor in the south two days. you'd see me tramping, bag and baggage, for the north, much as i dislike it! it would never do to educate such a miserable set of wretches as they are. you may depend what i say is true, sir. their condition is perfectly hopeless at the north, and the more you try to teach them, the greater nuisance they become."

"now, my good northern friend, not so fast, if you please; i can see the evil of all this, and so can you, if you will but study the negro's character a little deeper. the menial man who has passed through generations of oppression, and whose life and soul are blotted from the right of manhood, is sensitive of the power that crushes him. he has been robbed of the means of elevating himself by those who now accuse him of the crime of degradation: and, wherever the chance is afforded him of elevation, as that increases so does a tenacious knowledge of his rights; yet, he feels the prejudice that cuts and slights him in his progress, that charges him with the impudence of a negro, that calls his attempts to be a man mere pompous foolery."

"and it is so! to see a nigger setting himself up among white folks-it's perfectly ridiculous!"

"mark me, mr. scranton: there's where you northerners mistake yourselves. the negro seldom desires to mix with whites, and i hold it better they should keep together; but that two races cannot live together without the one enslaving the other is a fallacy popular only with those who will not see the future, and obstinately refuse to review the past. you must lessen your delicate sensibilities; and when you make them less painful to the man of colour at the north, believe me, the south will respond to the feeling. experience has changed my feelings,--experience has been my teacher. i have based my new system upon experience; and its working justifies me in all i have said. let us set about extracting the poison from our institutions, instead of losing ourselves in contemplating an abstract theory for its government."

"remember, deacon, men are not all born to see alike. there are rights and privileges belonging to the southerner: he holds the trade in men right, and he would see the union sundered to atoms before he would permit the intervention of the federal government on that subject," mr. scranton seriously remarks, placing his two thumbs in the armpits of his vest, and assuming an air of confidence, as if to say, "i shall outsouthern the southerner yet, i shall."

"that's just the point upon which all the villainy of our institution rests: the simple word man!-man a progressive being; man a chattel,--a thing upon which the sordid appetite of every wretch may feed. why cannot africa give up men? she has been the victim of christendom-her flesh and blood have served its traffic, have enriched its coffers, and even built its churches; but like a ferocious wolf that preys upon the fold in spite of watchers, she yet steals afric's bleeding victims, and frowns upon them because they are not white, nor live as white men live."

"mercy on me!" says mr. scranton, with a sigh, "you can't ameliorate the system as it stands: that's out of the question. begin to loosen the props, and the whole fabric will tumble down. and then, niggers won't be encouraged to work at a price for their labour; and how are you going to get along in this climate, and with such an enormous population of vagabonds?"

"remember, mr. scranton," ejaculated the deacon, "there's where you mistake the man in the negro; and through these arguments, set forth in your journal, we suffer. you must have contracted them by association with bad slave-owners. mark ye! the negro has been sunk to the depths where we yet curse him; and is it right that we should keep him cursed?-to say nothing of the semi-barbarous position in which it finds our poor whites. he feels that his curse is for life-time; his hopes vibrate with its knowledge, and through it he falls from that holy inspiration that could make him a man, enjoying manhood's rights. would not our energy yield itself a sacrifice to the same sacrificer? had we been loaded with chains of tyranny, what would have been our condition? would not that passion which has led the saxon on to conquest, and spread his energy through the western world, have yielded when he saw the last shadow of hope die out, and realised that his degradation was for life-time? would not the yearnings of such a consummation have recoiled to blast every action of the being who found himself a chattel? and yet this very chattel, thus yoked in death, toils on in doubts and fears, in humbleness and submission, with unrequited fortitude and affection. and still all is doubted that he does, even crushed in the prejudice against his colour!"

"well, deacon, you perfectly startle me, to hear a southerner talk that way at the south. if you keep on, you'll soon have an abolition society without sending north for it."

"that's just what i want. i want our southerners to look upon the matter properly, and to take such steps as will set us right in the eyes of the world. humanity is progressing with rapid strides-slavery cannot exist before it! it must fall; and we should prepare to meet it, and not be so ungrateful, at least, that we cannot reflect upon its worth, and give merit to whom merit is due." thus were presented the north and south; the former loses her interests in humanity by seeking to serve the political ends of the latter.